We stand by you, Air India, because you're out-of-date, unhip, and unconcerned about any of it. That is your charm. That is why we love you. The Maharajah doesn't need an update, guys. We don't want the Miss-India-reject flight attendants like they have on Indigo. We don't want competent pilots. We fly AI because it supplies us with a thrilling sense of our own mortality, and of course, for the sweet aunties who serve us beers with our channa masala on long-haul flights.